umm, I need to check more than one of these boxes, like three of them...
First one was on Frankie Lee down at Rumney back in '85. It was late in the season and the ice sucked. I put in a screw about 15-20' up, a stubby Chouinard that I figured was mostly decorative in that ice. Climbed another 10-15' to (hopefully) better ice, went over backwards, and wound up hanging upside down with my head about 3' from the ground. My belayer was a little fried. We went home.
The worst was on a very thin and delammed P1 of Discord, when what ice there was sheared away and I took a swinging fall into the lower corner. Busted leg.
Funniest was on this:
This was a new line that had never formed before and as far as I know never since ('96) on the N. Face of Rabun Bald, GA(!!). We were just dumb backwater hicks and didn't know any of them fancy Figure 4 things, etc. at that time. The ice is not as good as it looks. I muscled up higher above that little hang inventing (for me) hooking one tool over the other and fell. Even though we had leashes (obviously), I somehow left both tools behind in the ice, slammed upside down into the slab below, snapping my head back against the slab, thanking God for helmets and feeling like a buffoon looking up at my poor tools sticking in the ice and wondering how do you fall out of your leashes?
Now it's Stegg's turn to try it (and retrieve my tools) and he muscles up and tries traversing essentially campusing footless right to better ice before he falls and bounces on the slab, and now there are four damn tools sticking in the ice. But if Shannon did it too I feel a little less like a buffoon. We look at Greg, 'Your turn,' and he looks up at the tools, down at the slab, says, 'Fuck you,' goes into the woods, grabs a 20' branch, climbs up and knocks the tools out.
I guess since it's still unclimbed it's not actually a line, but it is pretty.
I haven't climbed jack this year because of work and I hate single digits anyway, but I usually get comfortable on 5 pretty fast. God only knows why.